The Haunting Melody of the Past (a review of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy)

So there is it. With the misguided illusion that we must know what life is we forget to experience it. We forget that there are lessons and hints written all throughout time. That the real power comes from being humble to the prospect that maybe just maybe you don’t know all. That the digressions of another can be the sanity that you seek

Can There be Contentment in Just Being a Housewife?

I knew it would take time to adjust to each others habits and likes. Some days though there just seems to be a genuine lack of appreciation for all that I do. Those days make me drag my feet a lil longer. I still get it done because it boils down to a sense of pride for me and a sanitary environment for my son.

What if I am never good enough?

Who define’s good enough? Good enough for who? When we try to focus on ourselves we get told we are selfish. That we aren’t doing enough for the World. Does the whole World actually matter if on the inside we are falling apart? We weren’t designed to live this life in misery.

Your Mind is the *sshole. Not you.

Is this the meaning of life? To be complete assholes and drive others into madness so they can never become the true form that they were destined to be. Have we destroyed our inner essence to the point that all we do is breed more negativity and hate.

You are not your mind

A place where time does stand still. Where there is no white noise or negative feedback. Where the only thing that can be heard is the haunting melody connecting my soul with eternity. A place where I am safe and my mind is set free. Maybe that is the key. I need to find a way to harness that energy into a more conscious way of being.

The Journey to the Unknown (or maybe back to me)

My worth being determined by a whole bunch of pixels and gigabytes…things I do not truly understand. For myself I long for a World where we come together in activity. Instead of the click of a mouse.

My descent into madness…

I never thought that one day I would be that crazy old blue haired lady but what do you know here I am living that dream lol

Why I Chose to Believe in Myself

As I sit and write yet another post that some maybe be interested in and some not I ask myself why? The answer is simple: If something ever happens to me my son will never forget who I am. I feel there is value in the wisdom that I have.  I want to capture the…